Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, started out as an army and became a general.

On the battlefield, the situation is no longer one-sided, but rather a complete rout.

Pang Guoxing's statement, "The enemy not only did not surrender, but also dared to fight back," spread faster than a virus, instantly becoming a sensation throughout the entire army.

This isn't a joke! This is the ultimate Versailles!

Three soldiers dared to surround an entire enemy battalion, and they expect the enemy to retaliate? If our main force doesn't show some real strength, we'll be too embarrassed to even greet people when we go out!

On the front line, on a craggy boulder.

He Yuzhu stood against the wind, with the smoke-filled valley beneath his feet, his eyes as sharp as a freshly sharpened boning knife.

"Mr. He, the Sera Pass is just ahead." Zhang Xiaowu pointed to the distant mountain peak that seemed to connect with the sky, his tone grave. "The last position of the Indian 7th Brigade. I heard it's full of permanent fortifications, with heavy machine guns as numerous as hedgehogs."

He Yuzhu raised his binoculars.

In the footage, the Sera Pass is a rugged and treacherous place, truly a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The Indian army clearly saw this place as a lifeline, and their firepower was so dense that not even a fly could get through.

"A tough nut to crack?" He Yuzhu scoffed, slung the binoculars around his neck, and said, "In my whole life, what I love most is chewing on tough bones—crisp and satisfying!"

He turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on the artillery regimental commander behind him.

"Bring those big guys up."

The artillery regimental commander was taken aback, instinctively shielding the artillery vehicle behind him: "Commander He, you mean... the 120mm mortars that were just brought up?"

"That's our precious gem! We haven't even done a test shot yet, and the sights haven't been calibrated!"

"Calibration my ass."

He Yuzhu pulled a crumpled little notebook out of his pocket, tore off a page and handed it over. Several coordinate parameters were written on it in a flamboyant style.

This is a "god-level prediction" given by the "Master of Micro-Management Aura".

"Shoot like this. If you miss by even a meter, you'll be the one to take the blame in the mess hall, and don't ever say you were trained by me again!"

"Yes, sir!" The commander gritted his teeth, determined to give it his all!

Ten minutes later.

"put--!"

With a roar, several huge mortar shells shot into the sky with a piercing whistle.

They drew extremely high parabolas in the air, crossed the ridge in front, and like cruise missiles with eyes, crashed vertically into the Indian army command post and ammunition depot on the reverse slope of Sera Pass.

"BOOM—!!!"

The earth trembled violently.

This isn't an explosion, this is the end of the world!

A huge fireball shot into the air, followed by a series of explosions!

The Indian army's large stockpile of ammunition at the mountain pass was directly set ablaze with bullets, making the entire mountain appear as if a giant had shaving off a layer of it.

Those Indian troops who were shouting "defend to the death" just a second ago experienced a "sudden ascent" the next second.

"Blow the horn!" He Yuzhu waved his hand, exuding a murderous aura.

"Tick-tock tick-tock—tick-tock tick-tock—!!!"

The resounding bugle call instantly tore through the cold winds of the snowy plateau.

This is the sound that Indian troops fear most.

The volunteer soldiers, dressed in khaki cotton overcoats and holding bayonets, surged towards the mountain pass like a flood bursting its banks or a tiger descending the mountain.

Indian Army Brigadier General Dalvi, covered in dust, was crawling out of the ruins, looking like a groundhog that had just been dug out of the ground.

He looked up and was instantly terrified.

The mountains and fields were covered with Chinese soldiers. Those figures that ran faster than antelopes in the snow were simply messengers of death!

"Devils...they're not human, they're devils!"

Dalvi's hands trembled like he was having a Parkinson's attack. He tried to pull out his gun and commit suicide, but the holster was welded shut and he couldn't open it no matter what he did.

Just then, a figure tore through the smoke like a cheetah and leaped directly into his cover.

Before Dalvi could react, a large hand, like an iron clamp, gripped his neck tightly, lifting him into the air like a chick.

He Yuzhu.

This god of death actually charged up himself.

"You...cough cough...who are you?" Dalvi looked at the man in front of him, who was full of murderous aura and had a lieutenant general's gold star on his shoulder. The suffocation made his vision go black, and he managed to squeeze out a few words in English with difficulty.

He Yuzhu stared at him, a cold smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"Remember this face, so you can stay far away from it in your next life."

"I am He Yuzhu. Americans like to call me Tiger."

"Tiger?!"

Upon hearing those two words, Dalvi's already terrified eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

As a high-ranking military officer, how could he not have heard of this name!

The legendary figure who instilled psychological trauma in the American troops on the Korean battlefield and captured Lieutenant General Walker alive!

That man, known in Western military circles as the "Oriental Nightmare"!

"Looks like you know me." He Yuzhu loosened his grip, letting Dalvi slump to the ground like a lump of mud. "Since you know me, that saves trouble."

He pointed down the mountain to the Indian troops who were fleeing in disarray, wishing they had more legs.

"Make your men lay down their weapons and surrender!"

"Or," He Yuzhu drew his military knife from his waist, the cold blade gently patting Dalvi's dusty face, "I'll leave you all here as fertilizer."

"Believe me, next year's Gesang flowers, nourished by your blood, will bloom even more beautifully!"

The tone was calm, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

Dalvi looked into those emotionless eyes, and his psychological defenses crumbled.

He shakily raised his hands, his face contorted in despair, and completely surrendered: "I...we surrender."

The battle ended even faster than expected.

This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.

In less than 24 hours, the Indian 7th Brigade, known as an "elite" force, was completely annihilated. The brigade commander was captured, and a large amount of equipment became a gift from our army's "transportation captain".

However, He Yuzhu did not order a rest.

He stood atop the Sera Pass, letting the cold wind ruffle his clothes, his gaze sweeping over the layers of mountains, fixed on the vast plain to the south.

That place is Tezpur.

Further south lies New Delhi, a flat and open city.

"General He, we've fought this far...is that enough?" The political commissar walked over, looking at the map with a furrowed brow. "Any further ahead, and the supply lines really won't hold. The logistics department will be cursing us out."

"Moreover, the task assigned by the Central Military Commission is simply to recover lost territory, which is beyond our scope..."

"Reclaim lost territory?"

He Yuzhu suddenly turned around, pointing his finger straight south, his eyes filled with fervor.

"Political Commissar, do you know why, for the past few hundred years, there have always been people who dare to repeatedly act recklessly on our border and disgust us?"

The political commissar was taken aback: "This..."

"Because we're too 'kind'!" He Yuzhu's voice was as cold as ice. "Every time we hurt them, we stop, and we even treat the prisoners well, polishing their equipment and returning it."

"And what happened? They forgot the pain once the wound healed and thought we were easy to bully!"

"This time, I'm going to teach them a lesson they'll never forget, a lesson that will be etched into their very bones!"

"Pass down the order!"

He Yuzhu's voice echoed in the wind, carrying an overwhelming and domineering aura that stirred the blood of the surrounding soldiers.

"No stopping! Dump all heavy equipment and advance lightly!"

"Target—Tespur!"

"I want Nehru to feel the chill of our bayonets even in his bed!"

"I want them to know that if the People's Liberation Army of China wants to, it can come to New Delhi for afternoon tea anytime and raze his presidential palace to the ground!"

(P.S.: The climax is about to begin! New book added to the library, please add it to your bookshelf, urge for updates, and leave a comment – ​​a triple tap! The author is going crazy writing!)